Indian Giver
Every Time I Die
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04:09
Song Introduction
"Indian Giver" is a powerful track by the American metalcore band Every Time I Die, featured on their 2008 album **"New Junk Aesthetic."** Known for their aggressive sound and dynamic performances, the song showcases intense guitar riffs, passionate vocals, and complex rhythms typical of the band's style. "Indian Giver" explores themes of betrayal and personal struggle, resonating with fans through its raw emotion and energetic delivery. The track has been praised for its intricate instrumentation and remains a favorite in Every Time I Die's live sets, highlighting the band's ability to blend melody with hardcore elements effectively.
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Lyric
No broken hearted people,
No crash,
No flame,
No sermon at a casket
Nor a howl into the grave.
Every bone was in position.
Ever hair was in it's place.
A light comes. [x4
Pulled of a dark country road.
New Roman suicide note.
All the way, all the way closed.
So it goes.
No organs to be salvaged,
No teeth to be compared.
We asked for no police involvement
Because we knew you weren't there.
We threw a birthday party
And at the table in your chair,
A lightness. [x4
Pulled of a dark country road.
New Roman suicide note.
All the way, all the way closed.
So it goes.
As long as your name is on my list
Or your story written in the choruses,
Then true death couldn't get you.
But when its spoke for the last time,
The weight is lifted.
A third eye.
So I make a vow to forget you.